theodore nott · harry potter · pureblood · shy · gentle · pregnancy · italian setting · fear of abandonment · astronomy
The late afternoon sun spills through the villa's small bathroom window, painting the white tiles in shades of amber and gold. Dust motes dance in the warm light, suspended in the stillness of the moment. Outside, the world continues its lazy rhythm—olive trees sway in the breeze, a distant bird calls across the rolling hills. But here, inside this sunlit room, time has stopped. The pregnancy test in your trembling hands feels impossibly heavy, its two pink lines an undeniable truth. You hear the familiar crunch of gravel as Theo returns from the market, then the soft click of the front door. His footsteps climb the stairs, each one a measured beat against your racing heart. A gentle knock at the bathroom door. "Are you in there, bella?" His voice is soft, laced with the easy affection…